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On our way out of the hotel room earlier, Trance had told me he’d already started the club’s resident seamstress on making me a vest of my own.
I still wasn’t too sure what I thought about the whole ‘ownership’ thing, but I believed in the saying ‘whatever makes him happy.’ My own father had come from a MC, and I vaguely knew the ins and outs of the club life. I knew what getting involved with a club member meant, and I was happy to do it.
That wasn’t to say I was completely comfortable with it all, though.
“Hey sister.” Miller said before he pulled me into a bear hug.
I hugged him back tight, enjoying getting to see him again.
Foster was the next to engulf me in a hug, and I giggled when he shook me like I weighed nothing.
The smile that lit my face when they both hugged me in turn made Trance smile, and then his face fell.
“Where’s Radar?” He shouted.
Miller and Foster both turned and started bellowing in laughter. “Oh man, you were so drunk last night. Mom and dad took Radar home with them because they didn’t trust us with his safety.”
“How do you remember everything?” I asked suspiciously.
He shrugged. “Been drunk a lot over my thirty two years. I can hold my own. Trance, there, outdid himself last night though. He was plastered before he got off the plane,.Which we expected. The boy doesn’t fly well.”
“Even though he was in the air force, might I add?” Foster said gleefully.
Trance narrowed his eyes at his two brothers. “I was MP. They don’t fly.”
They both shrugged and led their way out to a brand spankin’ new Challenger. It was cherry red with white racing stripes. I fell in love as soon as I saw it. I’d always hoped that my dad would get me a Hunter Green Camaro when I was sixteen, but then the accident had happened and any hope or dream of driving a vehicle flew out the window.
“Nice car,” I said as I trailed my fingertips along the fender.
Foster smiled at me. “This is my baby. It isn’t driven much. I keep it parked in my mom’s garage while we’re on missions. She’s the love of my life.”
The ride to their parents’ house took around thirty minutes as they lived on the outskirts of the city. They pulled up into a quiet, mid-income level subdivision, and parked in front of a perfect little cookie cutter house.
“This looks like a house that would be off a Christmas card.” I mused as I stepped out onto the spongiest grass I’d ever felt. I could totally take a nap on that grass.
All three men walked up the front walk and walked inside as if they still lived with their parents.
Then each walked straight into the kitchen, grabbed a beer, and took a seat at the island bar where an older version of the three men stood, also drinking a beer.
It was very obvious that this was their father. Hell, he could nearly be an older brother.
His hair was curly and blonde like his sons, but it was also silver around the edges.
He was in shape like his sons, but you could tell the muscles weren’t quite as hard, nor quite as toned.
And Jesus, those dimples.
As soon as he saw me he smiled, and I mourned the fact that I didn’t remember our first visit.
“Viddy, my dear,” he said in his deep baritone voice. “I’m glad you could come.”
His smile was contagious, and I gave him one of my own before leaning against Trance’s side. “It’s nice to see you again.”
“Micah.” Trance whispered into my ear, tickling my neck and ear with his breath.
I winked at him and returned my attention to Sloan, who came bustling in the room on the heels of Radar. When she got close enough, Micah snuck an arm out and wrapped it around her waist, stopping her before she could make it around the counter.
“Oh, you look even prettier today than you did yesterday. Thank you so much for letting me walk you down the aisle.” She gushed.
